I was hoping you could tell me that, Rome thought, but what he said out loud was, "No way, chica, I think I'd remember that," he winked, trying to make light of it. "I think you just got affectionately inebriated and tried cuddling with my unconscious ass."

((OOC That was not the idea I meant but maybe it is a good ending to end with the reason it begun.))

Slowly Lenna’s brain started to process the world around her. “Wednesday? You know being dead has one good think, Bobby won’t call me an idjit for getting so wasted that I missed an entire day.”

Lenna got up, stumbled into the bathroom, on her way she had grabbed a pair of jeans and a clean looking shirt. She had tied her hair together and was dressed when she came back in the room.

“I guess it is the best for everyone if I stay out of Bobby’s life and at least I’m not alone. And for now we can’t do anything for Caleb or against Caleb. Let’s go home and maybe we can sneak back in just like we sneaked out. I hope you are sober enough to drive, I’m sure as hell not.” She giggled this entire trip was like a stupid TV sitcom. It was just too weird to believe it was true.